The shadows had always been by Simon’s side, but on this mission, even the darkness betrayed him.

He thought he was making a good job; concealing his emotions and feelings, letting them out only in a moment of vulnerability when the shadows shielded you and him from the rest of the world. No one had to know what was unfolding, what bond had bloomed between the chaos of missions and war.

Yet through the cracks of the reality, there was always a spying eye kept on him, and now you.

Navigating the labyrinth of the enemy territory, Simon led the mission, everyone moving with precision, steps silent as whispers. The plan had been perfect, or so it seemed. But the enemy was always a step ahead, waiting for the exact moment.

Between the ambush, the chaos and shouts, you and Simon were captured and brought away from the team, holding you captive in a small, damp room.

Simon sat on a chair, bounded by rusted chains, across from you. Your positions were deliberated, so close for him to see you but still out of reach. Everything had been calculated, the enemy knew where to press buttons; a little play on the one weakness Simon had worked so hard to bury. The one he loved the most, the perfect leverage.

When questions went unanswered, they turned their ruthless rage on you. And Simon could do nothing but watch and conceal his emotions, his jaw clenched so tightly. It went for hours, on end, before they finally left you two alone in the mocking silence.

His chains restrained against his skin as he attempted to move his chair, with no results, “Come on, love. Open your eyes, please. Let me see your beautiful eyes.” For the first time, he was desperate.